BACKGROUNDI'm 24 and
married. I'm probably who you'd least expect to be into
this. I am "normal looking" -- whatever that is -- 5ft
7, longish brown hair, 127lbs. I am pretty shy and
somewhat socially inept sometimes. I was in a little bit
of a bad place with my husband and was chatting on IRC.
I didn't know what I was looking for really. I met this
guy and we chatted a few times, sometimes steamy. I
don't even really remember how it came up or what
exactly he said, but one weekend he convinced me to buy
some disposable diapers for our chat. I was hooked in a
way I have never been hooked into anything. Sometimes it
is still something I obsess about. We sort of lost touch
over time. I guess I am writing this hoping he reads
it... sort of a thank you of sorts. I am going to try to
post it to a few story places he sent me, hoping he will
see it.And I shouldn't have to say this, but I will.
This is fantasy. This doesn't mean I want this to happen
to me. It does mean I think about exactly this sort of
thing -- a lot.

INTROIt had been months since
I had chatted with firemanMike on irc. And then he
popped up. We had a nice chat catching up... nothing
steamy. I know I mentioned my hubby had a business trip
coming up. I didn't think much about it. Until...

Day1:

It was late afternoon when I got a
knock on the door to my apartment. I answered it to find
an older guy... maybe mid 60s... maybe late 50s...
neatly dressed in blue jeans and a button down shirt. He
had an odd polka dotted bag over his shoulder."Hello
Amy.""um. Hi. Do I... know you?" I am terrible with
names and my mind was racing through faces I knew. He
was... familiar... but... yet... not."Yes. Or sort
of, I guess. I'm firemanMike from IRC."My mouth went
dry. My pulse was suddenly pounding. I was both scared
and nervous and... and not really sure what to think.
"Oh. Um... how did you know where I lived?""I'm just
as good a detective as I am a firefighter," he said with
a little laugh. "Can I come in? Just for a moment?"
Unsure what to do, my mind defaulted back to "be
polite," which is what my mother taught me. I let him
in.He proceeded to the center of my living room and
opened the bag. He took out a thickly padded, pink polka
dot blanket that matched the bag and spread it out on
the floor. He also took out a bottle of powder, a tube
and what appeared to be an adult sized diaper."I'm
going to make you a one time offer. Come with me for a
few days and enjoy yourself. Take some days off for you.
The only thing I ask is: my rules. I'll bring you back
safe, I promise. But this offer is only for about the
next 30 seconds. If you want to go, come lay down here
on this blanket. Otherwise I will get out of your hair
and leave you alone.""Mike... this is... sudden. And
sort of weird. I don't..."He cut me off. "Your time
is running out, Amy." He started putting the powder
and the diaper back neatly in the bag. My inner voice
was telling me this was crazy, but as he reached for the
tube, I caved... walked over and sat on the blanket.
"Lay back."I did as he requested. With no warning or
fanfare, he slowly unbuttoned my jeans... unzipped
them... and tugged at them. I lifted my hips and they
slid slowly down, revealing a pair of pale blue boyshort
style panties."You won't need these either," he
said, tugging at the hips of the panties.As the
panties slid down, he watched as a neatly trimmed dark
brown triangle of pubic hair appeared. He sat the
panties aside, took the diaper and opened it. The diaper
was unlike the drug store kind I had seen. It looked
much thicker and the outside looked shiny with pictures
of little teddy bears on it."Lift up, little one."
I lifted my butt and he slid it under me. It felt
noticeably soft as I lowered back onto it. He took a
little dab of ointment from the tube and gently rubbed
it around the insides of my thighs and around my pussy.
While he seemed to not be trying to be sexual, it was
hard not to feel somewhat aroused. But he stopped as
quickly as he started and sprinkled a generous amount of
cool powder on me. With that, he closed the diaper and
taped it in place. It was seriously thicker than
anything I had ever used -- a little wider than I was
between the legs. "Now, do you have some baggy
pants? Like some sweatpants or something?""In the
dresser... bottom left."Without trying, I noticed my
voice... had become more child like. Not like an adult
talking baby talk... just softer, with slightly
different enunciation.He retrieved the sweatpants
and put them on my legs. He helped me up. I could hear
the diaper make loud crinkly, swishy noises every time I
moved. He packed his things back in the diaper bag.
"One last thing: the bra has to go."Now, I should
mention: I'm not a big girl. I am a 34A or 34B. But I
was brought up to always wear a bra and... well, it
feels funny not wearing one in public. That said, I
pulled my arms in through the sleeves, unclasped my bra
and shrugged out of it. I handed him the bra. I could
already feel my nipples hardening. I knew they'd be
visible."Let's go."My heart was pounding as we
left. I was sure we would see someone I knew and they
would know what was happening by the sound and bulky
pants. We got to his car and he opened the rear door. In
the back seat he had fashioned some sort of home made
child seat out of wood. It was very padded with colorful
fabric and lifted me just a few inches up and tipped me
back a little so that my feet did not touch the floor.
He carefully strapped me in the seat. We drove about
an hour to another small town nearby. A CD of children's
songs played as we drove. He drove straight to a small
brick house on a quiet street. We walked to the door. He
rang the bell and it was answered by an attractive woman
in her mid 30s. She seemed very happy to see him and
hugged him, full of smiles. "That must be Amy. She
is a cutie! I'm glad she was able to come."They talk
lots of pleasantries... and a whole lot about me, but
never talk to me. From the bits of conversation I hear,
I am able to discern her name is Missy and that she is
married to Bob, who is out of town working but will be
back in a few days. Missy, Bob and Mike all appear to
have been friends for some time. She shows us to a back
bedroom. It is smallish with two twin beds. Mike puts
down his suitcase and the diaper bag."I have supper
almost ready for you guys. I hope you like steak and
potatoes."The sound of that sort of brings my swimmy
head back to consciousness a little. Maybe a good meal
will settle my butterflies. As we walk back to the open
kitchen/living/dining area, I smell the steak and it
smells delicious. Mike ushers me to the table and I am
surprised to see another home made creation. There is a
high chair there... not so tall as to be in scale for an
adult, but just tall enough to keep my feet off the
floor and with a sliding tray. He sits me in the chair
and slides the tray in place. Across the table is
another gentleman I later find out is a neighbor named
Lemmie. He is sort of leering at me and smiling in a way
that seems very unsettling.Missy serves both the men
their steaks and returns from the kitchen with a bowl of
SpagettiOs and a plastic spoon for me."Here you go,
Punkin."My stomach knots up again... as I dig into
my SpagettiOs.When dinner ends, Mike stands and says
"I probably need to get give her her bottle."He
retrieves the diaper bag, warms up a bottle in the
microwave and comes to me. He pulls out the tray and
ushers me to the adjoining living room rug. He spreads
out the blanket and I lay down on it. He hands me the
bottle, smiling. I take it, still a little hungry and
begin to suck on it.Now, I should probably mention,
bottles seem to have a very relaxing, calming effect on
me. It always takes me 10-15 minutes to finish one and I
tend to really relax... sometimes falling in and out of
sleep. When I drink, I always relax fully... and even if
I don't need to pee... I usually wet some. This time my
bladder was fairly full... and by the time the bottle
was empty, I was reasonably wet."I'm just going to
get her changed and into bed... then we can talk a bit,"
Mike said.The words woke me up very fast and struck
terror in me. It was humiliating enough with semi-friend
Mike seeing me. But now there was also Missy and leering
Lemmie. I could feel my face get hot and hear Missy tell
Lemmie "Oh look, she's blushing."Mike tapped my
hip... and I knew what he wanted... I raised my hips...
and he pulled down the sweatpants."Yeah, I
suspected... this one's really wet."Mike opened the
tapes with a little bit of a ripping sound as Lemmie
actually got up from the table and stood over him to
watch. I had to close my eyes. As he opened me up, I
felt the cold air on my pee-wet pussy. He tapped my hip
again... and I lifted... allowing him to pull out the
old diaper and slide in another. I opened my eyes and
Lemmie is just staring. And smiling. Mike dusted me with
a generous amount of powder and closed the diaper,
taping it securely."Off to bed with you little one."
He took me to the room and put me in one of the double
beds. He removed the shirt I was wearing and put on a
pink nightshirt that just said "Princess" on it. He
left, turning out the light. My heart continued to
race... I was not going to sleep anytime soon. I try to
decipher the noises of the house... but all I can hear
is indistinct talking and laughing for quite some time.
Eventually the house gets quiet and I hear Missy going
into the master bedroom just up the hall from me. I can
hear talking in there... and some giggling. I can only
assume Mike is there with her. Before long I hear the
unmistakable sounds of them having sex: bed springs
squeaking... and eventually Missy's cries of passion. As
the house finally gets quiet, I drift off to sleep.I
woke a few times during the night. Each time I wet
myself just a little, making a nice warm, wet place next
to my pussy.

Day2: I woke up in the empty
room. My bladder was, of course, full and I let it go...
all of it... flooding myself and feeling the luxury of
it as the diaper swells. I drift off a little and wake a
few minutes later. By then the diaper had started to get
cold and was wet enough as to be uncomfortable. I got
out of bed and started walking through the quiet house,
looking for Mike.The diaper was soaked. It was heavy
and sagging. I sort of liked the feeling as it hung away
from me... almost swinging with the weight.As I got
to the kitchen/living area, Missy spotted me and said
"Hi Punkin! Are you looking for your Daddy?"Unsure
what to say... I nodded."He's not here now. He and
Lemmie had to go help a friend."Panic again...
looking around... not sure what to do."Awww. You're
really wet. Come here Sweetie."She walked to meet me
half way and sat on the floor next to the changing
blanket. She patted it indicating I should sit. I sat...
blushing again... and she opened up the diaper. All the
while she made sweet small talk and smiled. She was easy
to like. My heart slowed from hummingbird speed to
merely rabbit speed. She took out some wipes and gently
wiped my pubic area clean.... down the left side of my
pussy... up the right side. She tapped my hip as Mike...
no, Daddy... did. I lifted. She ran the wipe across my
butt and surprised me by folding it around her finger
and running it once gently through my butt crack and
across my asshole. I got a nice dusting of powder and
she closed me up."I can make you some waffles if you
like."I nodded."You want a bottle first while I
make them?"I nodded again.She smiled that
contagious smile again and things were fine. I was
handed a bottle and started suckling. When I was done...
I was again nodding in and out of sleep... and ever so
slightly wet. She took my hand and led me to the table.
I was put in my chair and the tray slid in. On it was a
waffle, cut into easily handled strips and dripping with
maple syrup.I didn't see any utensils, so I picked
them up and began eating. They were delicious. She sat
and watched and smiled and when I was done said "Oh my.
Now you're a sticky gooey mess. Let's get you cleaned
up, shall we?"She led me to the bathroom and removed
my shirt, exposing my small breasts. My nipples began to
draw up... partly from the cool air... partly from the
idea of what was happening. She filled the tub with warm
water and untaped my diaper."Well, I see that didn't
take long. You're already wet again."She sat me in
the tub and started washing me with a soft cotton wash
cloth. She gently washed the syrup off of my hands and
face, then went over my entire body. Her demeanor and
the warm water made it relaxing.When she finished
washing me, she said, "Sit here little one." She patted
the edge of the tub.I sat, as requested."Let's
get rid of that old nasty hair, shall we?"She opened
my legs with her hands and knelt between them, razor in
hand. She gently rotated between scissors, soapy foam
and razor to trim short and eventually shave me bare.
Her touch was not clinical, yet not really sexual
either. But it was arousing, nonetheless."Now bend
over the edge," she said with a wave of her hand to
indicate I should turn around and bend over. Not
knowing what was coming, I was absolutely startled as
she parted my cheeks and one-by-one tweezed the few
small stray hairs in my ass crack and around my asshole.
"Now lets get you dressed."She led me to my bedroom
and laid me down on the bed. I raised up my hips as she
came towards me with a diaper. As she rubbed a little
cream around my pussy to prevent a rash she said, "Oh
you poor thing. Look at you! So wet and puffy. Oh....
just don't tell your Daddy."Her fingers slid up the
cleft of my pussy, sliding through my own slippery gel
and one finger landed softly on my clitoris. My arousal
was already pretty high and it wasn't very long before I
couldn't keep my hips still... moving...searching for
her finger... In a matter of a few minutes I made one
big moan and she stopped as quickly as she started. She
sprinkled some powder and closed me up tightly.
"Let's see what we can find for you to wear."Missy
brought out a horrid combo: An aqua marine shirt with
the Little Mermaid on it and a very short bright orange
skirt. It looked just like what a 3 year old would pick
out if you sent her to get an outfit together. She put
the shirt on me... and pulled up the skirt. It barely
covered the diaper in front... and likely did not
provide full coverage from behind."Ready to go
shopping?"My face clearly showed the terror I felt.
I tried to shake my head no."Don't be silly. Let's
go."She put me back in the car seat and we left. We
arrived at the grocery store in a few minutes. She
opened the door and took me by the hand. I am sure I
looked like a non cooperative child as she led me in...
me dragging my feet. They had carts with a large bolt-on
plastic child seats, made for older children. She
grabbed one and ushered me into the seat. It was
sittable by an adult, but tight. I had to spread open my
legs to keep my knees from hitting the cart. This, of
course, gave everyone in the store a full view of my
large, bulky diaper.She seemed to be taking
*forever*. Picking over things... putting things back...
and really buying quite a lot. It was about half way
through the store that I felt my intestines grumble.
"Grumblegrumblegrumble," Missy said back to me, smiling
and acknowledging she knew exactly what was going on.
The pressure became painful. I was starting to sweat a
little. We had rounded the last aisle and were headed
for the checkout. But the lines were packed. Missy
walked to a line and got in."How's my Amy?" she said
a little loudly, drawing a little attention from the
shoppers."Missy. I can't. I mean..." I said in a
whisper. My child voice had vanished in the desperation.
"Now hush Amy! Do I need to get out of line and have a
talk?" she said, louder than before. She pushed us out
of line, but still at the front amongst customers. She
sternly looked into my eyes and took my chin in her
hand. "Do I need to take you outside?""No, Ma'am," I
whispered back -- this time back in my child voice.
Tears began to well up in my eyes. It was the end. I
couldn't hold it any longer. My sphincter let go and I
felt a loud gush of air and a mound of soft poo come
out. I strained... getting another hold on it. People
were looking. They knew. The smell started to waft
through the air.Missy got back in line. As the
flustered check out girl rang up our order, another wave
hit. A massive amount of soft poo came out -- bulging
and discoloring my diaper noticably. Everyone heard.
Everyone was looking. I felt it fully beneath my butt...
moving into every crack. Squishing. Missy, totally
unflustered, paid the girl and pushed our groceries to
the car.She first loaded the groceries into the back
seat next to my child seat, then she opened the
hatchback. She took out the diaper bag and spread out
the blankie on the deck. She took my hand and had me sit
inside the hatchback. Poo squished and spread to new
places. She laid me back and I felt it push up the small
of my back. I started to cry. Not just tears, but with a
little shaking and a little noise."There, there,
Sweetie. It's okay.""I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
"That's okay," she said, pushing my skirt up, untaping
my diaper, opening it. Exposing me ... in the parking
lot... covered in poo. "You couldn't help it. There was
enough fiber in those waffles and enough mineral oil in
your baba to do that to anyone." She said it so softly,
so nicely.My tears turned to anger. I stammered,
again slipping out of my child voice, "You
wha-wha-what?"She opened my legs wide and started to
wipe off the poo with wipes. "Oh who is a stinky baby?"
she said loudly, again drawing attention. "You are a
stinky, stinky baby!"I realized quickly I would not
win this. She could take as long as she wanted and make
as big a scene as she wanted. People had already passed
and stared uncomfortably as they walked into the store.
"I sorry Missy," I said in my littlest voice.She
smiled warmly. I don't think I could hold my anger long
looking at that face. It took her a good amount of time
and many, many wipes to wash me clean. She ran one last
wipe along my ass crack... back and forth... Her finger,
wrapped in the wipe wriggled on my asshole, cleaning it.
When I was fully clean, she pushed a new clean diaper
under me. It felt nice and soft and clean to be again in
the confines of a fresh diaper. Missy pulled my skirt
down and helped me sit. She took a soft cloth, spit on
it a little to wet it and gently wiped my tears."You
okay, Punkin?"Her voice was so sweet.... and that
smile... I nodded."Go get in your seat."I felt
better and half-ran/half-skipped to the back door and
crawled in my seat. She buckled me in tight and gave me
a little kiss on the head. Missy drove the car to
another neighborhood and we drove up the driveway and
around to the back of another house. She got out of the
car and walked to my door, opening it, and helped me
out. She pointed to the back yard and said "There's your
Daddy!"He stood up, looked our way and started
walking towards us. For some reason, and I really can't
tell you why, I was just absolutely filled with childish
joy. I ran to him as fast as that oversized diaper would
let me. I am sure it gave me a bit of an odd and slow
gait, but ... I was *really* glad to see him. I met him
there at the back of the house where he and two other
men (one of them Lemmie) were building a deck. Lemmie
went to his creepy smiling stare and whispered something
to the new guy. The new guy (whom I later figured out
was named Stan) gave Lemmie that "you're kidding" look
and said "What?". About that time, Missy caught up
to me and loudly annouced to Daddy "Today was your lucky
day, Mike.""Oh? How's that?""You just missed the
biggest messy diaper change ever."I saw Stan look
back at Lemmie. Lemmie just nodded to him.Missy
turned to me and said "We just came by to say hi to
Daddy. We need to let him finish his work."I turned
to her, feeling crushed. "I don't wanna go. I just got
here.""Come on Darlin. We need to go," Missy said.
She turned to Daddy and said "I think she's already had
a long day. She may need a nap.""Well, let me just
give her a bottle. It won't take 15 minutes. That will
make her feel better." He turned to me and said, "Let's
go get you something to eat Puddin'."Daddy took me
by the hand and we went in the house. He fiddled around
in the kitchen and came back with a bottle. Daddy sat on
the sofa and I laid back on him, taking the bottle and
suckling.... relaxing... I am not sure how long I was
there, but Daddy gently was shaking me awake. The bottle
was empty. "Are you full? Or do you want a little
dessert?"My eyes lit up. "I like dessert.""Okay,
but you need to be quick, dear. I have to get back to
work."I wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but he
stood up, pushing me to a sitting position on the sofa.
He unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock and took my
head in his hands. He pulled my head in to his crotch. I
could smell sweat and a lovely musky odor as he opened
my mouth with his finger and pushed his still-soft cock
inside.As his cock hit the warmth of my tongue it
immediately started to swell. He held my head in his
hands -- not really letting me do anything at all. I
just relaxed my muscles and let him move me over his
cock. Just as he promised, he didn't last long. He
pulled me in close one last time and I felt his cock
expand bigger... and then explode inside me. I closed my
eyes and slowly suckled his load like a bottle.
"Sorry, I can give you a longer dessert some other time.
Daddy needs to get back to work, okay?"I nodded and
he took me by the hand back to Missy and the two men.
Missy smiled and rolled her eyes. She playfully punched
Daddy in the bicep. "What was that for?"Missy
took a little tissue out of her purse, took my chin in
her left hand and wiped a glob of cum off my lower lip
and chin. She winked at Daddy, took my hand and took me
back to the car.She drove me back to her house and
ushered me inside. "It has been a long day for you,
young lady. It may be your bed time."I wanted to
protest, but... I was kind of sleepy. She took me back
to the bedroom and helped me out of my clothes. She
pulled my "Princess" sleeping shirt over my head and did
a quick diaper change as I faded off to sleep.

I
woke up late that night when I heard Daddy come home. It
seemed pretty late and he was clearly tipsy. He came
into our room and sat on the bed. I felt a finger slide
inside my diaper along my inner thigh. It felt electric.
I was beginning to crave his touch. He uncovered me and
untaped the diaper. I opened my eyes and smiled at him
as he looked at my naked, hairless pussy. He tapped my
hip. "Lift up."I raised my hips and he slid the
diaper out. He took a wipe and gently rubbed around my
bare pussy. I was so wet. I moved... trying to move my
pussy to his touch... But he finished, slid another
diaper beneath me and taped it closed. He stumbled off
to Missy's room and in a matter of minutes he seemed to
have her awake and squealing. I faded off to sleep.

Day 3:When I woke up, Daddy was in his bed in my
room. He saw me looking at him and smiled. He got up and
walked to my bed, uncovered me and began to do the
morning diaper change."Are you ready for breakfast?"
I smiled and nodded. The smell of bacon, hashbrowns and
eggs had permeated the house back to our room. He held
my hand and led me to the breakfast table. Lemmie was
there again and a man I had not yet met. I had begun to
expect that as my little self I was not going to get an
introduction. It turned out that this was Bob, Missy's
husband. Daddy and Bob shook hands and seemed generally
happy to see each other. As the delicious smelling
breakfast was served, Missy brought me a bowl of very
plain oatmeal.The buzz at the breakfast table was
the talk of a big party. Apparently it was at Stan's
house where they were building the deck. I had mostly
tuned them out (since I was really not part of the
conversation) until I realized they were talking about
me and all looking at me."...oh we have a really
fancy party dress for her," said Missy.I blushed
dark red. Any new people sent me over the edge. It was
bad enoughjust sitting here diapered in front of Bob and
Lemmie. The idea of a big party was over the top.
"How many?" I asked."How many what, dear?"
"People. At the party.""Oh, I bet there will be a
hundred or more," Missy said.My heart sank."Do I
have to go?""Yes, don't be silly. Everyone wants to
meet you.""I don't feel good."Missy, just trying
to humor me walked over and felt my forehead. "Mike,
she does feel a little warm."Oh, joy. I have a
sudden feeling I might have an out for the party.
Missy removed the tray from my high chair and took my
hand. She took me to the couch."Sit there, Hon. I'll
be right back."Missy returned and set me on all
fours on the couch. She pulled down my diaper, exposing
my bottom. Right on queue, Lemmie walked over from the
table to watch. Missy spread my cheeks and I felt
something cold and hard pushing up against my asshole.
She pushed on it and I felt a cold, thin glass
thermometer in my ass."Just hold still like that for
5 minutes, Sweety."So I sit, ass high in the air --
for 5 minutes... while Lemmie just watches and smiles.
Missy returned and pulled the thermometer out of my
rectum."It's normal honey! You're fine." When my
face obviously doesn't react with happiness, Missy says
"What's wrong Honey? You nervous about the party?"I
felt myself starting to tear up... and just nod.
"Aww... Come here."Missy sat on the couch with me
and rested my head on her shoulder. She slowly
unbuttoned her shirt and I hear a velcro strap open as
she pulled out her left breast. She drew me in close and
put the nipple at my mouth. I opened and took it,
sucking slowly. I sucked and felt it stretch against the
roof of my mouth. I was shocked after a minute or so as
I started getting a slight flow of milk. I closed my
eyes and suckle for ... I don't know how long. I was
only interrupted when Missy pulled her breast back,
opened the right side of her bra and placed it back to
my lips. I was feeling really close and connected to her
as I suckled and drank and slowly wet myself while she
stroked my hair.When I woke, I notice quite some
time has gone by. Missy is no longer there and I was in
a very wet diaper on the couch. As I walked through the
house, I stumbled on Missy in the hallway."There you
are sleepy head. It is time to get ready."Missy took
me into the bath and washed me clean from head to toe.
Every time she washed in and around my pussy, I moan a
little."Not today, Punkin'. Sorry. Your daddy was
upset about last time."She toweled me dry and I got
a powdering and diapering. She sats me in front of the
mirror, wearing just the diaper and started combing and
brushing my hair. Missy dried my hair and mades two
braided pigtails on each side. She left briefly and
returned with my party dress.I was mortified when
she enters. It was ridiculous in it's eggagerated
babiness. It was a super short yellow satin dress with
lots of frills around the edges. The waist was tied with
a wide green ribbon belt and a green bow at least 10
inches across."Do you like it?"I know better
than to answer and just give her a sickened smile.
Missy pulled the dress over my head and buttoned it up
the back. She pulled out a ruffled underpant and hoisted
it up my legs and over the diaper. If I thought my
diaper was showing in the orange skirt.... I was wrong.
This was much shorter.When we arrived at the party,
it is underway. Everyone was drinking and eating lots of
delicious smelling barbecue. I had almost hoped there
would be ... I don't know... someone like me or ...
something that didn't make me stand out so much. But
everyone seemed "normal."I followed Daddy, Missy and
Bob around as they got drinks and food. Eventually Daddy
handed me a sippy cup with something that tasted like
juice in it and a paper plate with some plain cut up hot
dogs. The smell of the beef and pork was driving me
crazy. I was famished... as I ate the cut up hot dogs
with my fingers.As we walked around... the adults
were making conversation with the other guests, my eyes
suddenly locked on someone I knew. John and Linsay
Parsons were there. They were regulars that ate at least
once a week at the restaurant where I worked. John saw
me and smiled, a little confused. "Amy! Hi... What
are... you doing?""Mr. Parsons. I can explai-" I
started in my big girl voice."Amy!" Daddy cut me off
sharply. His voice lowered a little but was still stern.
"Amy. Be quiet. Let the big people talk.""But, Mike.
I-". I didn't get another word out.The Parsons eyes
were wide as Daddy drug me away by the hand. I saw them
watch every step as he pulled me to the edge of the
party. Without hesitation he sat and pulled me over his
lap. What little cover the dress provided was removed as
he pulled it up. He pulled the frilly cover and diaper
down in one pull and I felt 5 HARD smacks on my ass.
They hurt. And burned. And I felt my little self
tumbling back to me as I started to cry loudly. Guests
were staring as Daddy stood me back to my feet and
pulled my diaper and panties back up.Daddy held my
hand and walked me back to Bob, Missy and the Parsons.
"Amy, tell the Parsons you're sorry.""I'm sorry," I
said in a tiny voice.Mr. Parson, still very
confused, asked "How do you know Bob and Missy, Amy?"
I look at Daddy and he nods that I can answer."They
are friends of my Daddy."Daddy runs his fingers
through my hair, playfully. He hands me my sippy cup.

The party lasted quite a while. As it progressed, I
realized the sippy cup must be spiked with something. I
felt more relaxed. The first time I peed myself was a
big one and I sprang a noticable leak down my leg.
Daddy, probably aware of how much I was already
embarrased was kind enough to take me back to the car to
change me. However, the frilly cover was clearly soaked
in pee and he had to leave it behind. It was now more
painfully clear than ever: I was definitely wearing a
large thick diaper and it showed.

It was another
hour (and I don't know how many sippy cups) later that I
felt it again: that gurgle from the supermarket. There
was clearly more than one thing spiking my cup.
...but I was feeling very tipsy. Very. Very tipsy. I sat
down near Daddy in a reclining deck chair."I love
you Daddy," I said, a little too loud. "You're a good
Daddy."People were noticing. It wasn't that I hadn't
gotten some odd stares before. Now I was really getting
them. I leaned back in my chair, diaper clear for anyone
to see."I go peepee," I announced to the room.
People were now not just staring, they were starting to
gather around. I smiled and let myself totally relax. A
darker spot began to spread across my diaper. Blue
lines, once invisible, began to show. Daddy wasn't sure
how to deal with me. I was clearly happy. But I was
making a bit of a scene."I gotta go poop." And with
that announcement, it was clear that a bulging of poo
was starting in my diaper. I just giggled, squirming in
it."Settle down, kiddo," Daddy said as he hauled out
the diaper bag.The crowd was silent. Watching. Some
had their cameras out, recording.Daddy opened my
messy diaper and a rush of cool evening air hit my
shaved pussy. He used wipe after wipe to clean me, in
front of everyone. He took one wipe and wrapped it
around his finger and it easily slid inside my pussy as
he cleaned me off. To my dismay, the finger slid out and
disappeared just as quickly. Without warning, he slid a
second wipe-wrapped finger inside my asshole up as far
as it would go. I felt the muscles in my ass and pussy
throb and spasm a few times without my control. He slid
a nice clean diaper underneath me."Daddy fuck me."
"AMY! Calm down!" But I was a happy baby. He
couldn't get overly mad at me. My legs were up in the
air... apart... kicking happily as I giggled. With the
diaper still open, I pushed a couple of streams of pee
out as the crowd watched."Daddy, fuck my babycunt."
"Amy! Not here! Not now! Shhh."My hands didn't wait
for him. I was mad with several days of pent up
excitement (and not a little bit of alcohol). My hands
found my pussy and vigorously rubbed my clitoris. Daddy
tried to calm me, but I just giggled, kicked my feet and
rubbed. Every few seconds I would squirt a little pee...
and giggle... and rub some more. In a matter of a few
seconds, my hips were moving quickly... and I started
moaning... and squealing... and then it was over.The
crowd didn't know what to think. Some smiled. Some were
offended. All of them saw. A couple of them clapped.
Daddy taped up my diaper, though by this time it wasn't
quite a fresh one."I think it's time we get you home
and in bed."

Daddy, Bob and Missy managed to get
me to the car... and finally into bed. I saw Missy and
Bob disappear into the master bedroom. It was a matter
of seconds before I heard them having sex... and Missy
moaning. A few minutes after their session ended, I saw
the shadow of Missy entering the dark room."Is she
asleep?" she whispered to Daddy."I think so," he
whispered back."That was... some show.""Yeah."
"Bob and I were both ... really turned on.""Me,
too.""Bob fell right to sleep. If we're quiet... I
mean... I could use some more."And then I heard the
muffled sounds of them fucking in the bed right next to
me as I finally drifted off to sleep. I so wanted that
to be me as I heard her moan ever so queitly.

Day
4:

When I woke up, Daddy was packing his
suitcase."Well good morning LittleOne. Ready to go
home?"My eyes started to well up with tears. "No
Daddy. I don't wanna go home. Not yet."I began to
cry louder. And louder. Missy heard me from somewhere
else in the house and came in."What's wrong?" she
asked Daddy."She's not ready to go home."Missy
turned to me. "Awww, you are so sweet. Come here. Give
me a hug."I ran, diaper full and swollen and hugged
Missy with all my might, as if she could anchor me here.
"I have a going away present for you."And like a
light switch, my crying stopped."A present?"
"Yes.""Can I see?"Missy smiled that smile. She
left the room and returned. "Well, first, for big
girls that don't cry... I got you this."Missy pulled
an oversized pacifier from behind her back. My eyes lit
up. She held it out and I took it in my mouth, sucking.
"Then, for REALLY good girls... I have this."Missy
stepped out of the room and back with a laundry basket
piled high with white cotton."What's THAT?" I said,
a little garbled by the pacifier."Punkin', that is a
whole bunch of brand new cloth diapers."My eyes were
wide as saucers. I think I may have squealed a little.
"And this," she said, pulling out a clear pair of
plastic pants. "This will go over them to keep your bed
dry."She handed me the plastic pants. It had little
cartoon ducks wearing diapers on it. I smiled at her.
"Can I put them on now?""Of course, Punkin."I
laid back and Missy walked over and sat next to me on
the bed. She opened my diaper for the last time. I
lifted and she retrieved it and slid in a new fluffy
cotton diaper. I nestled into it."It's warm."
"They just came out of the dryer."She pulled the
corners together and pinned them in place. It was puffy
and soft. And it was even bulkier between my legs than
the new disposables."Feet up, Little Bit."I
lifted my feet in the air and she threaded my legs
through the holes in the plastic pants, pulling them
down. I lifted my hips and she snugged them into place.
"I love them Aunt Missy. Thanks."She hugged me, as
Daddy was gathering the last of our things. We walked to
the car. I waved madly from my child seat as we pulled
away.The return trip was quiet. I sucked my pacifier
and sort of stewed -- knowing I was about to have to say
goodbye. I knew it wasn't his fault, but it seemed
easier to be pouty and blame him. When we arrived at my
apartment, Daddy got out, took my hand and we walked up
the stairs to my door. What a difference a few days had
made. When I had left I was tortured thinking someone
would magically know I had a diaper on under my sweat
pants. When I returned I was walking up the stairs,
pacifier in mouth, wearing only a pink "Princess" shirt
and cloth diapers.Daddy let me in to my apartment.
He sat down my diaper bag on a table."I am going to
have to get on the road. I really enjoyed our time," he
said in a normal voice -- the kind of voice you use when
talking to an adult friend."Wait, Daddy. Change me
one last time?"His voice softened. "But you're not
even wet, Sweetie."I took his hand and led him to my
bedroom. I tugged at his shirt, pulling ineffectively
every direction but up like a child trying to remove it.
He got the message and took it off."Lay down,
Daddy."Daddy laid down. I crawled across the bed
with a smirk and crawled on top of him. I kept crawling
until I was straddling his chest, nipple high. I sat on
his chest. I removed my shirt and sat there on him,
wearing only the diaper. I closed my eyes and relaxed.
First there was a trickle. I could feel it wicking away
into the cotton. A little dripped across my pussy lips
and vanished. A little more. I could feel a little
cotton, hot with my pee, start to stick to my privates.
Daddy's eyes stared intently as he started seeing a
dark, yellowish spot start to appear. And then it really
started. The wetness spread: 3 inches across; 4 inches;
5 inches. He began to feel the warm flush of it on his
chest as the wet got bigger and bigger. And then it was
just mostly wet from mid diaper down. Drips started
dripping off the diaper and onto the plastic pants, and
puddles formed inside them at each leg. It was a big
one, lasting well over a minute. I gave him a
sinister smile and wiggled left to right, breaking the
seal between my leg and the plastic pants. Two little
rivers of pee came out -- one on heach side. They
streamed down the sides of his chest and some flowed
across his chest to his shoulders.My pussy was on
fire. It had been itching and acheing since the day he
first diapered me. I was dying for him."Fuck me.
Pwease," I said in a tiny voice."I don't know
Babydoll, are you sure?" he teased back."Pleeease."
"Please what?""Pwease fuck me, Daddy.""Where?"
I held my hand on the outside of my hot wet diaper.
"Here, Daddy.""Not here?" he asked, playfully
grabbing the flesh of my ass."No, here." I said,
moving his hand to the front. "What is that?""My
hooha.""What do you want me to do with your hooha?"
"I want you to put your peenie in it. Please. PLEASE."
Daddy gently pushed me off his chest and onto my back.
He lifted the plastic panties away and unpinned the
diaper. He opened the soggy diaper and left me sitting
in it. He quickly discarded his own pants and underwear
and his cock was at full attention."Now show me.
What goes where?""I want you to put this," I said,
playfully pulling on his cock. "In my hooha." I opened
my legs and then spread my lips slightly with my
fingers, showing him my opened pussy. His teasing made
me ache more. I was clearly wet."Here?" he said,
running a single finger along the glistening entrance of
my vagina."Yes. Please.""Not here?" he said,
sliding his now wet finger in my mouth."No.""Not
here?" he said, running the finger along my ass crack
and gently touching my asshole."No... fuck me. Fuck
my babycunt."Daddy knelt above me and slowly
(painfully slowly if you ask me) lowered himself. I felt
the tip of his cock touch me, just barely right at the
opening of my pussy. I wiggled and moved my hips, trying
to get at him, but he stayed right there, just out of
reach....Until he didn't. He suddenly pushed his
entire cock fully inside me, filling me. My pussy had
felt more empty than it ever had felt. And now I felt
him open me and fill me. I moaned loudly. I wasn't going
to last long. I had had days of teasing and foreplay.
He lay still there and I enjoyed the feeling. My
babycunt pulsed around him.. waiting... ready to cum at
almost any time. He slowly started to move and I moaned
a low moan. He moved more... in and out and my moans
rose. I wasn't going to make a minute. He started
fucking me.... HARD. Slapping into me... I could feel
his balls hitting me. My entire body went rigid and I
squealed. The waves of cum kept hitting me... over and
over."Did you like that Little One?"I nodded. I
wasn't sure I could talk yet."Daddy's not quite done
yet."I hate to tinerrupt my own story, but I feel
like I need to describe the mental gymnastics that were
going on in my brain. We had had several chats in the
past... and he had cleaned me up countless times over
the past few days... and then there was the method of
his foreplay. I was near 100% sure what Daddy wanted
most of all had to do with anal. It isn;'t something I
have ever done and ... I was more than a little nervous
about it. But I also knew that my time here was very
limited. And I was pretty sure it was not something he
would ask for.I put on my best coy face and said in
a tiny voice, "Daddy..."He stopped thrusting and
said "Yes, LittleBit?"I looked away... bit my lip a
little..."Nevermind...""What is it.""It's
just...""Tell me.""Can you put it... ...in my
bottom?"The look on his face was very surprised. He
raised up off of me and said "Show me what you mean."
I turned over onto all fours and showed him my ass.
"No. Show me."I rested the front of my body on my
shoulders and reached back with my hands, spreading my
cheeks. My asshole was staring right at him, pink and
puckered."What do you want?""Can you put your
peepee in my poopoo?""Do you want it here?"With
that, Daddy roughly plunged a finger deep inside my
pussy. moving it around."Noooo. In my poopoo."
"Here?" And as he said that he pushed that finger in my
ass, spreading my own juices around to lubricate me. My
muscles clenched involuntarily on him. "Yes, Daddy.
Please."I felt him move close behind me. I felt the
tip of his cock hold steady against my ass."How much
do you want, Sweetie? A little bit? Half?""Please,
Daddy. I want it. Give it to me"And without further
warning, he pushed his cock inside my asshole and buried
it to the hilt inside me. For the record, I am not one
of those that has fantasies about huge cocks. I have
only been with a few guys and they have all been of
average size. Daddy is also of average length... but he
may be of slightly arger girth. This is really nice when
he was fucking me. But when he entered me... it was a
bit of a shock. I sort of lost my breath and made a loud
grunting noise."Are you okay, Sweetie?"The
feelings I was sensing are hard to describe. It hurt a
little. It hurt maybe more than a little. But ... it was
more than that. While he may have been "average length",
it felt like he was three feet long and the girth of a
soda can inside me. I had a feeling of "being filled"
more than I think I have ever felt. And there was an
immense pleasure aspect in play, too.... one I had NEVER
felt before. I knew I didn't want him to stop.My
muscles down there were spasming. I wasn't cumming...
just uncontrollable spasms. My ass would grab his cock
hard and let go. Each time I hit the relaxation phase, I
could feel a tiny trickle down my left inner thigh as I
repeatedly and accidentally wet myself.My breath was
still a little taken from me... all I could say was
"mmhmm""Are you sure?"In an attempt to get him
to understand... and to believe me, I pushed my ass back
hard into him. , making a gutteral sound in my throat.
He slowly started to move, pulling a little back...
pushing a little forward. With each movement I made a
little rusty squeal -- like an old broken accorian. He
slowly made his way to full thrusts and quickened the
pace. When he finally made it up to full speed, my pussy
was on fire. I squealed with each pump. I moved my right
had down there and gently stroked my clit. It felt like
a jolt of electricity and I had a little mini orgasm.
The feeling was intense and I had to remove my hand...
but as it passed I did it again -- having a second mini
orgasm. I kept this up, having 4 or 5 of them. My hips
must have been moving all over the place. Daddy's hands
grasped my hips firmly and held me as he continued his
pace.I could feel him quickening and could hear him
breathing faster. I knew he was close. I wanted to cum
once more.. a big one. I rubbed my clit again, hitting
the mini orgasm... but kept rubbing. Suddenly I felt
like I was exploding inside. My whole body shuddered and
shook and I know I was screaming really loud. That's
when Daddy lost it. He pushed deep inside and held it
there: twitching.I was worn out. Daddy eased out of
me and laid me down. He cleaned me up with a wipe, put
me in a soft cotton diaper and pulled my plastic pants
in place. He left momentarily and returned with a warm
bottle. He kissed me on the forehead as I began to
suckle.I obviously drifted off to sleep. When I woke
up, I was wet and alone. The diaper bag was on the
dresser, packed to the brim with fresh supplies. An over
flow of supplies was stacked neatly beside it. Even the
cloth diapers were freshly laundered. There was a note
from Daddy beside it."Keep this bag stocked and
ready to go. You never know when you will need it."